jueves, febrero 16, 2006

Christmas card from a hooker in Minneapolis

hey charlie i'm pregnant and living on the 9th streetright above a dirty bookstore of euclid avenueand i stopped takin dope and i quit drinkin whiskeyand my old man plays the trombone and works out at the trackand he says that he loves me even though its not his babyand he says that he'll raise him up like he would his own sonand he gave me a ring that was worn by his motherand he takes me out dancin every saturday night.

and hey charlie i think about you everytime i pass a fillin stationom account of all the grease you used to wear in your hairand i still have that record of little anthony & the imperialsbut someone stole my record player now how do you like that?hey charlie i almost went crazy after mario got bustedso i went back to omaha to live with my folksbut everyone i used to know was either dead or in prisonso i came back to minneapolis this time i think i'm gonna stay.

hey charlie i think i'm happy for the first time since my accidentand i wish i had all the money that we used to spend on dopei'd buy me a used car lot and i wouldn't sell any of emi'd just drive a different car every day, dependin on howi feel

hey charlie for chrissakes do you want to know thetruth of it? i don't have a husbandhe don't play the trombone and i need to borrow moneyto pay this lawyer and charlie, hey i'll be eligible for parolecome valentines day